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next time, please shut up
and as we neared the summit
she grabbed my hand. I'm not too shy
to admit that we pranced together
them last ten paces or so.
Everything was choice cut,
the wind, sun, air, even the trees were smiling.
The good stuff, the reasons for cliché.
We reached the top just as a rainbow
burrowed into the back of an eagle
and our shared and sincere silence
almost epiphany'd our asses away
but
of course she broke it
some itch in her made her shout obnoxious
into the face of our perfection
Something about past lives
and having been here before
I broke the spell completely
with my sigh, and told her
that my spirit animal is a wombat
and that I am not sure if it's the dung beetle
or its ball; that is my karma
but, either way shit can be rounded
Neither of us gained
in the loss of Nirvana that day
but at least I can still look my pen
in the face
she grabbed my hand. I'm not too shy
to admit that we pranced together
them last ten paces or so.
Everything was choice cut,
the wind, sun, air, even the trees were smiling.
The good stuff, the reasons for cliché.
We reached the top just as a rainbow
burrowed into the back of an eagle
and our shared and sincere silence
almost epiphany'd our asses away
but
of course she broke it
some itch in her made her shout obnoxious
into the face of our perfection
Something about past lives
and having been here before
I broke the spell completely
with my sigh, and told her
that my spirit animal is a wombat
and that I am not sure if it's the dung beetle
or its ball; that is my karma
but, either way shit can be rounded
Neither of us gained
in the loss of Nirvana that day
but at least I can still look my pen
in the face
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